Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Zapp,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.